Pirate’s Holy Light Swordsman

Argus, the broken earth that is being slowly healed by the star soul is reflected in a pair of eyes spanning ancient time.

"Holy Light...has already reached a deal with the Enemy of Everything..."

The most powerful priest known to the Holy Light, the leader of the Draenei, the Prophet Velen, recalled the whispers of N'Zoth, the last ancient god of Azeroth, and the warm golden holy light in his eyes dimmed.

"Fordin..."

I also thought of this former comrade-in-arms who didn't have much contact with each other-a staunch follower of the Holy Light who died before he started his mission.

"You are the mortal with the strongest belief in the Holy Light...including me..."

Velen raised his head slightly, and the re-lit holy light in his eyes rippled a few times.

With a slight wave of his staff, Velen cast his gaze on Argus's blue sky.

Once, the most powerful battleship of the Holy Light, the Vidikar, was moored in the orbit of the planet Argus.

Now, it carried the Lightcasters of the Holy Light Legion, and they had already returned to Azeroth with the Holy Light Archbishop Turayang and others.

but……

"Recently, Azeroth has experienced a great battle, Anduin, you still have to rely on yourself after all..."

"Holy Light... is not the power you should rely on... I have exhausted tens of thousands of years, but I still haven't been able to see the essence of Holy Light. Did the Holy Light betray me, or did I betray the Holy Light?"

The pensive prophet suddenly woke up, and a halo lit up on the staff in his hand.

"This is……"

There was a hint of joy on the old face of the prophet:

"Really... Someone has completely controlled the Seed of Holy Light that I spread out?"

"Hmm... is this a secondary plane? Has the power of the Holy Light not touched it at all before?"

The Prophet was slightly taken aback. In the resonance of the power of the Holy Light, the fully grown Seed of the Holy Light he perceived actually escaped the assimilation of the light force of the universe. This feeling...

It's like the prototype of another source of sacred magic that is at the same level as my own source of power!

"Simply...equal to Zela's level, even if he is not assimilated by the light force, his development potential is even higher than Zela..."

The prophet's lips moved, suppressing the second time in tens of thousands of years that he was so happy - the first time was not long ago, when the dark titan Sargeras was sealed.

"Holy Light...has already reached a deal with the Enemy of Everything..."

N'Zoth's whisper, although the prophet was not present at the time, but the words relayed by the heroes of Azeroth still linger in the prophet's heart.

"Even the Shadow Realm has changed... This universe is really full of disputes, Azeroth... Maybe when the strongest titan really grows up, things will change."

"And the growth of this new Holy Light Controller may also be of great help to this complicated situation."

Thinking of this, Velen closed his eyes and observed carefully for a moment.

"If you want to break through the boundary of the secondary plane, you have to work harder..."

This "Holy Light Controller" seemed to be aware of his own existence, and the prophet smiled slightly:

"I didn't expect, Kadu... Cough, Mr. Guardian's suggestion is really effective-it would be great if this new comrade-in-arms is as reliable as Fording..."

"Ahem... Prophet, I can't pretend that I didn't hear what you called me just now!"

Velen was about to step forward, but the corners of his mouth twitched, and he stopped helplessly.

"Guardian, Archmage, you are still the same as in the legend, you are so fond of eavesdropping - this is not very suitable for your identity."

Seeing the dazzling arcane brilliance suddenly appearing in front of him, the Prophet couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile.

"Haha... don't be so serious, just smile... Ugh!"

The arcane brilliance expanded rapidly, and a portal that was much more refined than ordinary mages appeared in the air in front of the prophet, and a white-haired figure stepped out of it...

"Plop!"

The Prophet opened his mouth, but let down the hand that was about to be raised, and the white-haired archmage Khadgar, who was full of style, was instantly destroyed by a posture of throwing himself on the ground.

"Ahem... It seems that the positioning link with Argus Star Soul is still not stable enough - Atiesh's teleportation positioning is still not as good as the Scepter of Sargeras -"

"Perhaps it is because there is no help from the Book of Medivh?"

The contemporary Guardian of Tirisfal, Archmage Khadgar stood up as if nothing had happened, and glanced at the real old man who was much taller than himself:

"Ahaha, Prophet, long time no see. What did I say just now? You will look much younger if you smile. Although you have white hair, you look much more vicissitudes than me!"

The archmage touched his chin, tapped the Atiesh in his hand, and looked at the prophet:

"Are you imitating me and shaving off your beard, you might look younger than Turayang~"

"...I have lived for more than 20,000 years, but you, Archmage..."

The Prophet took half a step back calmly, avoiding the amusing breath from the most powerful astral mage in Azeroth——

He still couldn't decide whether the Archmage himself was a deep-seated jerk, or that the arcane powers were poisonous—or both?

No Holy Light believer would have this kind of temperament.

"Master, you are only in your fifties this year, right? In the time of the Draenei..."

The prophet was slightly taken aback. In the past, when he was burdened with the fate of the race, he would not joke with his friends like this.

Sure enough, arcane power is poisonous.

Khadgar is indeed a funny, contagious kind.

"Okay, Archmage, it seems that I feel a lot younger when I see you-you came across the world, you didn't come to discuss age with me, did you?"

The prophet's face became serious:

"You said you were going to Karazhan to find the answer... Could it be that the remnants of the legion have changed again?"

"The remnants of the legion are not a big problem, but the threats of chaos, void and death forces have always been..."

The Archmage resolutely did not continue to discuss the issue of age with the Prophet, but the Prophet was clearly in a good mood, so he also became happy:

"It seems that the Seed of Holy Light that you created with the remains of the Mother of Holy Light, Prophet, has already produced results?"

"Let me just say, while the larger fragments create the Netherlight Forge, the smaller fragments are still valuable—what about my teleportation spell?"

The Archmage became interested, and introduced his own research in an eloquent manner:

"Do you know, Prophet? When I found traces of the secondary plane in Karazhan's twisted space, I was shocked!"

"The structure of the universe is really interesting - after in-depth research, I even have reason to think that the world we live in is also a secondary plane - a slightly higher level!"

The Archmage opened his arms, as if to embrace the truth:

"Although there is no way to directly interfere with the evolution of the secondary plane, sending the Seed of Power, isn't it comparable to the creation of the Titan... Uh, this is an exaggeration..."

The Archmage touched his nose:

"Well, well, it's equivalent to the invasion of the Shadow Realm... No, is it to the extent of conquering the Shadow Realm?"

"Greater than that—after all, the Shadowlands coexists with our world, and the lesser planes are much farther away."

The Prophet looked at the Archmage who suddenly became inexplicably depressed, and couldn't help comforting him, and then he regretted——

"Hahaha!"

The archmage stuck the legendary staff in his hand on the ground, put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly:

"The Prophet's eyes are as bright as a torch!"

"It's not in vain that I have studied in Karazhan for so long, now I can even do it—"

"Well, I definitely didn't throw the teacher's magic book into the secondary plane because I was not careful. That's what I wanted to do... That's a miracle of magic!"

"..."

There was an awkward silence.

"Archmage... Guardian... you threw the book of Medivh into the secondary plane?!"

Even if the Prophet is not an arcane mage who belongs to the Force of Order, he also knows how powerful the magic book of Khadgar's teacher, the former guardian Medivh's book of magic, "The Book of Medivh" is. thing.

It was the most comprehensive book of spells for Sargeras and Draenor—now Outland—and even contained some forbidden magic knowledge of the Titans!

His brother, Archimonde, the demon lord of the Burning Legion, once relied on the book of Medivh to open the cross-border portal, invaded Azeroth, and reduced the magical kingdom of Dalaran to ashes.

And the guardian in front of him, Archmage Khadgar, one of the most famous achievements is to use this magic book to close the door of darkness in Outland.

But hasn't the Book of Medivh been missing for a long time?

The archmage's thick face blushed a little rarely, but was soon suppressed by the powerful arcane magic power, the archmage shrugged his shoulders:

"Ahaha...it's not the one that blew up Draenor back then..."

"The original book of "The Book of Medivh" was owned by the teacher during his lifetime, and it contains the power of taboo, but this... well, it is a book rewritten by the teacher's soul image in Karazhan, which only records the orthodox arcane knowledge."

"After all, I have become a new guardian, and I still need to ask my teacher for advice—but he actually treated me as an apprentice and rewrote a magic book for me!"

The archmage suddenly became annoyed:

"Teacher, he only has an afterimage imprisoned in Karazhan, but Prophet, he kept cheating when he played chess and Hearthstone cards with me!"

"..."

The Prophet smacked his lips, and immediately turned his head calmly, so as not to let the archmage see his indecent movements.

After silently complaining about "arcana is poisonous", the Prophet turned his head nonchalantly, trying to make himself look as serious as ever:

"Okay...then Archmage, are you sure there will be no problems with this book after you...send it to the secondary plane?"

"Perhaps under our force of order, there will be a new arcane archmage?"

The archmage touched his chin, a little uncertain:

"Or, a Titan?"

"No way!"

Velen felt that his state of mind of more than 20,000 years seemed completely uncontrollable in front of Khadgar:

"Titan? Are you serious?"

"of course not……"

The Archmage laughed, clearly feeling a sense of accomplishment at successfully teasing the serious prophet:

"Titans are awakened star souls, and the world with star souls is not so easy to find, let alone in the secondary plane-the world of your ally, the master of the holy light, there is no star soul Bar?"

"Besides, even if there is a star soul, it is not mortals who can fuse to become a Titan. It is a world, the highest creation of the power of order. Even the Titans under their feet, the Argus star soul, can only communicate!"

"Titans can be corrupted, Argus experienced it - and Sargeras..."

The prophet's eyes were clouded, and he shook his head slightly:

"Titans... are not omnipotent, especially on the secondary planes. If a mortal really controls the arcane power that can communicate with the star soul, anything can happen."

"Well... well, in theory, with the strength of the secondary planes currently observed, if there is a star soul, and in a weak state, it is indeed possible for a guardian-level arcane wizard to use this Achievement 'Titan'."

The archmage was silent for a while, and had to say something that made him feel helpless:

"They are still different from Aman'Thul, Argus, and Sargeras. Their ranks and life forms are similar, but their strength is quite different."

"Then what is the method of judging whether you have a star soul?"

The Prophet is becoming more and more interested in the secondary planes. There are only a few Titans in the universe, and the secondary planes are as numerous as stars. What kind of wonderful stories are there in them?

"Hmm...probably..."

The archmage thought about it carefully, and nodded uncertainly:

"It should be that having a strong man who can exert the power of 'creation' is a sign that the world has a star soul?"

"The power of creation is the most intuitive manifestation of the power of a Titan. Directly creating a body and giving it life is something that even the guardians who are empowered by a Titan can do."

"but……"

The Archmage's expression became serious:

"If a powerhouse of this level really appears in a normal world, it means that the star soul has been injured."

"This kind of power is not the power that the Titan should show before he wakes up!"

"..."

The Prophet was silent, and the Archmage chuckled lightly:

"Relax... Prophet, if that secondary plane is really such a world, we may usher in new allies against the power of chaos, void and death!"

"Furthermore, the flow rate of time in the sub-plane and ours is not necessarily the same. Maybe while you and I are talking... there may be a strong person growing up?"

"Hehe...Argus' appearance is still vivid in my memory, I..."

The Prophet lightly held his forehead, and then let out a long breath:

"Even Holy Light... We really need more allies, even possible allies, against their power."

"Then Archmage, would you mind doing me a favor?"

"Of course not... just don't let me open the door, cross-boundary teleportation is very tiring, I need to rest..."

"Ah, help me open the portal to the lesser planes of our new allies."

"The teleportation skills that involve time and space at the same time, it's better for you mages to take the shot."

"..."

...

The starry sky of the secondary plane, Vidikar, the training room.

"Um……"

Wright, who had closed his eyes and meditated since just now, surrounded by holy light, opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.

"Interesting... Prophet Velen?"

"This old fellow...'s belief in the Holy Light is indeed...huh!"

"However, Seed of the Holy Light, so that's the case. I said, this kind of thing will not appear out of thin air. If you use this method to find allies, when did the prophet's thinking become so divergent...huh?"

"Sizzling..."

A purple halo flickered a few times beside Wright, and then went out.

"Does it look so familiar?"

Wright thought for a while, got up and pressed a button to stop Vidikar, who was advancing in the starry sky.

"Sizzling..."

Sure enough, not long after, the purple spark appeared again.

"Is this... an arcane spark?"

The more you look at it, the more familiar it looks, and Wright wakes up a bit. This thing...

The arcane sparks are getting bigger and bigger, a fist-sized portal...let's call it a portal, opened in front of Wright.

There are obviously not enough people to teleport through this door, so what comes over is a magical image.

The image of a white-haired human man holding a bird's head... a staff that looks like a chicken leg.

"Yo! Young..."

"Katou! It's you!"

"..."

"Snapped!"

The portal trembled violently, and then quickly went out... gone... gone...

The corner of Wright's mouth twitched as he looked at the slowly dissipating magic image, the guardian of Tirisfal, Archmage Khadgar's face with a stiff smile.

"I'll fuck..."

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The break is over~ I am working on the outline of the new book, please wait for a month, and save some manuscripts~~

Happy Children's Day!